Lyrics:
The birds were warbling down the lane,
While gaily we were straying;
I listened to his words again,
Among the flow'rs delaying,
His smile was winning sweet and fair
As summer skies o'erhead;
And as we lingered fondly there
Now this is what he said:
chorus:
Oh! you little rascal, you're so shy!
With your cunning smile and roguish eye!
For a little wife I fondly sigh,
Oh! you little rascal, how I love you!
We talked about the pretty birds
Amid the dewy roses;
But, oh, his fond and loving words
Were sweeter than the posies;
He held my hand within his own
Beneath the blossoms fair;
And while his glances on me shown
He softly whispered there:
Beside that little shady lane
Our happy home is smiling;
And oft we wander there again,
The summer hours beguiling;
And as he holds my hand in his
Among the roses fair,
He tells Love's story o'er, and this
Is what he murmurs there:
